Big Bag by G3 Lyrics
[Chorus]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Verse 1]
On some outta town shit...
Creeping through yo city with a brown skin
They say I ain’t got it but that’s nonsense
Not only do I got it, I got options
All I see is dead guys
I got red eyes, jumping on & off of red eyes
I won’t say it twice
If you try me that’s a pair of dice
Ray don’t like to fight
He might hit you with a pair of 9s
Who gon pay price?
Fuck up some commas
Fuck on some bitches
Then fuck up the summer
Remembering days when I couldn’t get it
But now that I got it, I don’t even want it
She tell me she love me
I tell her she lyin’
Its 3 for the money I want it in cash
I know she got ass, but ass ain’t enough
Cuz after we fuck, I still need the bag!
Ahhh! I was on my last and they laughed
Til I taught em how to count
Do that math on that ass
Double down, triple up
Boy my stash got a stash
Smell the scents and I’m glad it ain’t trash in them bags
[Chorus]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Verse 2]
Look! Virgil for the walk through
Pretty and she hit me with the fall through
Picky with the bitches that I talk to
I need a Brilliant Garcia
Skin poppin gah-diva
Nigga I don’t be following waves
Most of you niggas could never relate
Most of you niggas be worried bout plates
But I need a chef that come with the estate
It’s a mistake if you niggas want steak
Put the shotty to body and sponsor ya wake
Man These niggas be cappin
I cap off the day with a hand full of ass and her asking to stay but I know!
I was on my last and they laughed
Til I taught em how to count
Do that math on that ass
Double down, triple up
Now my stash got a stash
Smell the scents and I’m glad it ain’t trash in them bags
[Chorus]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Outro]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Verse 1]
On some outta town shit...
Creeping through yo city with a brown skin
They say I ain’t got it but that’s nonsense
Not only do I got it, I got options
All I see is dead guys
I got red eyes, jumping on & off of red eyes
I won’t say it twice
If you try me that’s a pair of dice
Ray don’t like to fight
He might hit you with a pair of 9s
Who gon pay price?
Fuck up some commas
Fuck on some bitches
Then fuck up the summer
Remembering days when I couldn’t get it
But now that I got it, I don’t even want it
She tell me she love me
I tell her she lyin’
Its 3 for the money I want it in cash
I know she got ass, but ass ain’t enough
Cuz after we fuck, I still need the bag!
Ahhh! I was on my last and they laughed
Til I taught em how to count
Do that math on that ass
Double down, triple up
Boy my stash got a stash
Smell the scents and I’m glad it ain’t trash in them bags
[Chorus]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Verse 2]
Look! Virgil for the walk through
Pretty and she hit me with the fall through
Picky with the bitches that I talk to
I need a Brilliant Garcia
Skin poppin gah-diva
Nigga I don’t be following waves
Most of you niggas could never relate
Most of you niggas be worried bout plates
But I need a chef that come with the estate
It’s a mistake if you niggas want steak
Put the shotty to body and sponsor ya wake
Man These niggas be cappin
I cap off the day with a hand full of ass and her asking to stay but I know!
I was on my last and they laughed
Til I taught em how to count
Do that math on that ass
Double down, triple up
Now my stash got a stash
Smell the scents and I’m glad it ain’t trash in them bags
[Chorus]
That’s a big bag not a clutch
She can get it if she want
But she still tryna front, (tryna front)
Still that nigga don’t get it fucked up, (fucked up aye!)
[Outro]